FINDING THE KILLER

Once upon a time there was a man called Mike Hawkins. Mike was a traumatized boy by the death of his mother, which had place on his birth.

When he was a teenager, Mike had a lot of friends, but they weren’t such a good influence. They entered the world of drugs, and invited him to taste them, telling him that they were so relaxing and he could forget all his troubles, being only happy. So, he accepted.

He got addicted, and he started to be a trafficker of all kind of drugs. But after three years of trafficking, police caught him and took him to prison (which was also a reformatory). He had to stay 7 years there.

 Just when he got out, at the age of 25, he received an anonymous call. Somebody told him: “Your father has died”…and hanged up. Furious and depressed, he started to look for the phone numbers of his old friends, neighbors, and everyone who knew his father or even could have met him on his last days of life. But no one trusted him.

Everybody thought that he was mad, and drugs upset his mind. But, just when he thought he couldn’t catch the murderer, his old friend Catherine Harrison called him and said that she could help him.

Catherine was studying to take part on FBI. Mike asked her a lot of things, and finally she said that the body of his father was in his house yet, so he wanted to go. But Catherine told him that she couldn’t go, because she had to solve some things and had to leave him alone. She wished “good luck” for him.

When he was there, Mike looked for proofs that the murderer could have left there. After a few minutes investigating, he found an earring under the sofa. When he watched it carefully, he knew that that earring was exactly as those which he gave to Catherine for her birthday.

A bit worried, he met Catherine at her house, and asked her if she had lost an earring like that one. But she already had those earrings, and showed them to Mike. Without saying anything, Mike could see that pair of earrings was too new for all the time she had worn them.

Thinking again and again, Mike started to look for all the jewelries near Catherine’s house. He visited a few jewelries, but nobody wanted to show the list of their lasts sells if he didn’t have any judicial order.

When he got it, he went again to all the jewelries where he already had been, but no one knew about “Catherine Harrison”.

There was only one more jewelry to ask: the one where he bought the old earrings. When he asked for the lasts boughts of Catherine Harrison, the boss of the jewelry told him that she bought a pair of earrings exactly as the one he had. As soon as that man said that, he knew that his old “friend” Catherine was involved in the dead of his father.

Mike told his discovering to the police, and they took the suspect to the police station. After 3 or 4 hours they arrested Catherine, she told the truth, she was the murderer of Mike’s father.

She hated him, because he swindled her and her family. She said that he stole so much money from Catherine’s family, or their business of steel melting (to make other tools and sell them).

By: Edgar Herrero, Claudia Quiñones & Adrian Ramos

The serial killer

THE SERIAL KILLER

My name is detective Kerry. I live in New York. My job is to solve difficult cases.

I live in a flat near Central Park. I’ve got a little office where I investigate cases.

I returned from my grandma’s house at 2 pm when suddenly my phone rings. I caught the phone. The voice sounded low and quiet. It was from an old man. He asked me to solve a case. I told him I tried it, but I couldn’t guarantee to solve it. The man on the phone was called Agustin and he was a policeman. He sent me the information of the case by fax. In the papers from the fax there was all the information: the place of the crime, the crime weapon, etc…

I went to the place of the crime. The murdered girl was 20 years old. She had been strangled and she had a sign in her stomach. The sign was made with a knife and said: MINE.

I started to investigate the case. Next week, another girl had been found strangled with the same sign in the stomach.

I thought that the murderer must be a serial killer. I was afraid because I didn’t want the murderer to kill another girl next week.

I was almost finding the murderer, but another girl was found dead with the same brands.

I discovered that all the girls were from the same district and were from the same school.

A girl phoned me because she was afraid. She told me she was afraid because all the dead girls were from her class. The three dead girls had been loved by a boy called Bolibus. That boy was obsessed with the girls. He always following them but the girls despised him. That boy loved her too and she was afraid he comes to kill her.

That was good information. I went to the girl’s house to speak about it and protect her.

When I arrived at the girls house, no one opened the door. I pulled the door down and I entered  the house. I listened to someone screaming and I ran to the living room. The girl was hanging but she was still alive. A boy was next to the girl watching the scene. When he saw me, he ran towards me with a knife in his left hand. I shot to his leg and quickly I untied the strength of the girl’s neck. 

I called an ambulance.

Two months later, there was a trial, and the murderer was sentenced to jail.

By: Mar González, Enrique Rodríguez, Víctor Ponga and David Jiménez.